surprise

it is distrubing that my mother has been getting prizes in every lucky draw that the RC has organized. today she came back bearing two prizes from the two tickets she bought, one was a towel and the other a goody bag. not much, but at least its something, and maybe we can sell the towel on ebay. just last week she won a bicycle, and the week before that another bicycle, which we have dutifully stored in the yard to prevent those suspicious kids from stealing them (insidiously, by removing the tyres which would still be attached to the lock, the removing the frame of the bicycle), allowing our prizes to become clothes hangers, which is not a very pretty thing to sell on ebay, accounting for why the two bikes arent sold. incidentally, mother is adamant about not selling anything, on the arguement that those are 'lucky bikes', but then again what are we going to do with so many bicycles, when the last time my sister cycled was in the last century (technically, only about seven years ago, but dramatic effect).

in a sheer burst of narcissism, i took to recording my own voice yesterday night, when i was alone in the house from two to eleven p.m., which meant bathing with the door open in the master bedroom so that the stereo can be heard (i closed the m.b.room door, not that totally exhibitionist), experimenting with dinner, etc. speaking of experiments, dinner yesterday consisted of fried suchi (? that's what it says on the packet, its from vietnam, is it a vietnamese word teck) fish in olive oil and black pepper, which was strange, unappetising, rubbery, but nonetheless slightly edible, and char kuay tiao from the afternoon, which was utterly delicious, but there goes my diet again.

back to recording my own voice. i was inspired by the singapore idol rerun yesterday, and having recently discovered how to switch the mp3 player from player to FM radio mode after three months of experimenting, i figured how to switch it to recorder mode and proceeded to record my own voice, which sounds completely different from what i expected. i should be like ou de yang and market myself as a sexy cartoon female jazz singer, which is what i sounded like, which is rather disturbing. looks like another narcissistic form of expression, aside from hair wax and cam whoring. but at least the pitch was fine, not as off as i thought. hmm.

accomplished completely NOTHING yesterday, aside from tuition and lunch at sengkang mall, where bridget and i met liching, who is very rude, at charles and keith shoppingforshoes (! aysuria) for her cousin's wedding today (sunday). it is sad that i now have completely no good things to think/ write/ say about bridget's friends, but then again at least they are funny, interesting and joyous company, not to mention nice and true friends.

my future brother in law's mother's sister, bought goodwood park mooncakes (!) which left my sisters and i very excited, only to discover that they were snowskin durian paste types, and not even real stringy smelly durian, but durian paste, you know those brown things they sell in tubes, masquerading as real durian. sigh, they never get it, last year they gave those flaky teochew YAM mooncakes, which only i ate cos i was hungry, and the year before they gave fruitcake with those jelly crystal syrupy fruity cherry bits things, which only i ate, having fried slices of it in butter, which, must say, is a very delicious twist. but i am strange. as a family of mooncake purists, the household firmly eats only lotus paste traditional mooncakes with two or more yolks preferably. but then again i am the most flexible one, heck sometimes i like those green tea snowskin ones, but only very occassionally. must be some strange third child syndrome.

i read somewhere that the third child in the family always ends up strange, and with the most problems, which is strangely true.

but then again maybe its another form of specializing myself.

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